I Am So Disturbed:
How long will it burn me,
In darkness cloaked.
Raped by a voice,
Of death it spoke.
The ceiling revolves with words of sorrow,
Draped on the walls, they are creatures hollow.
Screaming and crying, the death we seek,
The eyes that stare, when I fall asleep.
Voiceless whispers and empty sound,
The pattern of drool, that stains the ground.
Endlessly scratching at walls and eyes,
I stare at reflections that breathe to die.
The darkened shadows that seem to stain,
The constant sound of a pouring rain.
Wherever I go, the eyes that lead,
Within me planting a dirty seed.
Again and again I am twisted by sound,
I wake in a room that seems to surround.
I see myself, but I know it's not me,
What is man, in the mirror I see...
"You sir, have got terrible bags beneath your eyes!"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 3rd March 2012